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This has been a stressful week. I am down to only a few remaining weeks of the program which means everything is coming at me in full force at once. Last night I layed in bed contemplating everything that needed to be done and scaring myself into nightmares. Alright, so perhaps i tend to be overly dramatic. But I have been stressed. I feel that stressed out individuals need to have an outlet. Something that when things get to much they can retreat to to remind themselves that they are alive, breathing, and exceedinly happy. For each person this retreat varies...some it is television, others food, some have a certain person...some may even possess two or three things. For me i have music. If i can experience music i can regain some sense of sanity in my life. Tonight I experienced music. I spent a rather large sum of money that i told myself was okay to spend because it is soon after my birthday and I have yet to spend any more than three pounds on alcoholic beverages while i have been here. And so i made my way down to the Royal Albert Hall which is about a ten minute walk down the pavement and I viewed three bands-one of which is the one i went specifically for-Bloc Party. Yes, I went by myself and mom i'm okay! It was amazing if i hadn't said it before...The hall is large and absolutely stunning. I sat there imagining all the things that had previously gone on in this hall and all the things that were yet to be there. The music started. The first band was called Mystery Jets and they absolutely blew me away. They had such a tremendous blend with four voices and an array of musical instruments. I was surronded by interesting people...two young hyperactive girls, a man with a Scottish accent so thick i'm not sure what a single word he spoke to me all evening was, a chain smoker, and some silly drunk men. It was good to hear music. It was good to be surronded by people who appreciated the same things.
And then I ran home in the rain.